He pulled her towards him, giving her a kiss, she pushed him away. She laughed seductively and ran into the surf. He followed. The waves danced and whirled around their ankles as the tide rolled in and out, a perfectly choreographed backdrop to their seduction, however devoid of candlelight and violin music. The stars in the dark sky twinkled, skipping across Mission Bay, their radiant beams seemed to glisten. The ocean, a temptress, resplendent in the hazy moonlight drew them in, they decided to go for a swim.
Stripping down to her bikini, and him to his trunks, they ran into the waiting surf like a couple of high school kids on prom night. Frolicking in the cool water, laughing with the disregard of youth, they kissed passionately in waist high water, her top magically came off and floated away. His trunks and her bottoms soon splashed into the churning water and disappeared as well.
They made love without a care in the world, but little did they know that from a small boat in the bay, three men were watching their activity with great interest. As they continued, the trio watched. Patiently, like a hunter waiting to spring their trap, they waited.
Exhausted from their love making and feeling the effects of the huge amounts of alcohol they had consumed, they grew tired and staggered towards the beach in search of their clothes. Naked as the day they were born, the couple laughed as they searched in the churning surf for their clothes.
Two of the men in the boat had slipped out and swam silently to shore and were waiting for the lovers to stagger unsuspectingly onto the beach. They would be easy prey. Their intent was to take the girl, her friend would simply be rendered unconscious and wake up the next day with an aching head.
Unaware of the presence of the two men, the lovebirds staggered ashore, still naked and still looking for their clothes. The trap was sprung quickly, the girl was knocked out by a cloth soaked in chloroform placed over her mouth and nose. The man, however, foolishly decided to try and be a hero. His attacker pulled a 9mm Beretta, just to scare him, but in the ensuing struggle lover boy was shot two times in the chest. He fell to the sand, dead before he hit the rolling surf,
As the Latino man lie dead on the beach, the two assailants dragged the unconscious girl into the water, swam out to the waiting boat, threw her in, and the craft silently slipped away into the darkness.
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